Scarcely less cruel than his cruel judge, James was inexorable, and only so far showed his clemency as to commute the sentence from _burning to beheading_! But peace—peace, such as the world can neither give or take away, went with Alice Lisle into that dark, cold prison, to which her enemies consigned her. Those damp walls, in whose crevices the slimy lizard made its bed; though they shut her out from the world—from friends—from freedom—they could not imprison her soul, nor crush the spirit of the martyred Alice, as it ascended in prayers to the Heavenly Throne. Divine love and holy trust in the promises of her Redeemer illumined her dark dungeon with the brightness of heaven; and when led forth to the scaffold—death was swallowed up in victory. Alice Lisle was beheaded in the Market Place at Winchester, Anno Domini, 1685. “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” ----- [1] Macaulay. * * * * * WE ARE DREAMERS ALL. BY RICHARD COE, JR. We are dreamers all! the babe that lies Asleep on its mother’s breast, In a dream of peace will sweetly smile, As if its spirit were e’en the while By angel ones caressed! We are dreamers all! We are dreamers all! the lover dreams Of a fair one by his side; Of the happy hour when he shall stand Before the altar, to claim the hand Of his bright and beauteous bride! We are dreamers all! We are dreamers all! the poet dreams Of the laurel-wreath of fame; He struggles and toils for weary years, And awakes at last with sighs and tears, To grasp but an empty name. We are dreamers all! We are dreamers all! the Christian dreams Of a promised rest above; Of the pleasant paths of Paradise— Of a home of peace beyond the skies, Prepared by the Saviour’s love! We are dreamers all! We are dreamers all! but oh! to me The Christian’s dream be given! For bright as his dream on earth may be, He wakes to a blest reality When he opes his eyes in Heaven! We are dreamers all! * * * * * MARY NORRICE. BY JEANNIE DEANE. Mary Norrice! With that name how many blessed memories come flitting by, like bright-winged passage-birds, leaving in their flight a sadness—a feeling of brightness gone!